You thank the door man and rush out into the cold night air. Wrapping your coat around you, you stand by the road, waiting for a taxi to come along.

The gallery showing was still in full swing, but nothing would get you to go back in there. You had just made a complete fool out of yourself in front of nearly everyone. Pulling your coat up, you once again examine the back of your dress, where you sat in someone's very pretty dessert. The very white blotch on your new dress was almost certain to leave a mark. "Damn," you mutter to yourself. "I'm such an idiot."

"I thought it was very amusing," a voice from beside you chimes. "Better art than I've seen at one of these places in a long time. I saw you leaving, and just had to come out here and tell you that." You blush furiously, and drop your coat back into place, and stare longingly down the road for any sign of a taxi. "Well, now you've ruined the view," he says, and this incenses you so much that you turn to quip a witty remark.

His smiling face freezes you dead in your tracks. You forget what you were going to say, and stand there with your mouth slightly open. He looks like a perfect angel, eyes shining in the street light. Casually, he takes one hand out of its pocket and reaches up, putting one finger under your chin and closing your mouth for you. Then he runs his knuckle down your jaw bone.

"You look great," he says. "Even with the cake."

Tapping the end of your nose with his finger, he puts his hand back in his pocket.

"Cold out, isn't it?" he remarks as he shivers. Instinctively, you hold open your coat, and grinning, he dives into it, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you close.

You freeze, not sure what to do, but his arms feel almost natural around you. You close your coat over his back, locking your fingers. He lays his head on your shoulder, and shuffles in a little closer, still shivering. You rub your hands up and down his back, hoping it might help. There is still no sign of a taxi. Sighing, you stop rubbing. You turn your head to gaze back at the gallery, wondering if anyone can see the two of you out here.

When you look back to him, you meet his gaze dead on.

"See anyone?" he asks. You shake your head no, and the corner of his mouth twitches upwards. "Good," he says, and kisses you softly. You instantly melt, and before you know what you're doing, you're kissing him back. His hands slide down your back to your bum, and he gives it a little squeeze.

At that moment, a taxi pulls up to the curb. Startled, you break off, and look at the driver, who yells, "HEY! You call for a cab?"

Nodding, you look back at the man in your arms. He kisses your forehead, and says, "Don't move. I'll go get my coat. We should definitely finish this."

Stunned, you stand perfectly still while he bounds back into the building. What seems like seconds later, he's back by your side, and you only relax when he takes your hand, the warmth of his palm somehow feeling natural to you. He opens the door for you, and as you climb into the back seat, he grins widely and quips, "I still like this view better". He slides in next to you and kisses your neck. "Although, I may change my mind about that later."